Joseph Chavez was living the dream. The year was 1967, and he had just gotten hired into a full-time position with Texaco. He drove his ‘62 Chevy to the drive-in movie theater, met his friends at their favorite local restaurant, and tried to convince the girls that he was as cool as he appeared.
Joseph had just turned 19 years old. As he sifted through the mail, looking for birthday cards and sorting through the junk, one letter fell out and landed on the counter – the weight of the words inside heavier than the envelope that held them.
“Greeting: You are hereby ordered for induction in the Armed Forces of the United States.”